All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 767: , 1

Faint starlight touched Li Zijun's face. Droplets of water clung to the strands of hair on her forehead, dripping down to her collarbones.

Soaked, her clothes clung to her body, revealing her delicate and shapely figure. Her jade-like arms were slightly bent, all her graceful charms on display.

Her fair hands gently gathered her wet hair behind her head as the water drenched her robe, outlining her perfect silhouette. She looked somewhat embarrassed at Ji Nanjue.

Her clothing, not yet fully removed, adhered tightly to her soft body, faintly exposing the color of her flesh underneath. Usually, her loose robe concealed much, but now her Mount Lu's true face was revealed.

Ji Nanjue looked at her with clear surprise. Then, she curled the corner of her mouth and spoke with playful interest, "Truly master and disciple, even their lies are carved from the same mold..."

She paused, then added, "Well, if you want to call me 'Sister,' go ahead. 'Madam' sounds so old-fashioned anyway."

"..." Li Zijun remained silent.

Her jade legs, hidden beneath the water, gently stirred the surface, creating a few splashes.

Then, with a light push of her jade-like arms, Ji Nanjue stood up, completely unclothed. The water barely reached the tops of her thighs, revealing the lower half of her slim waist—slender and flat, without a hint of excess flesh.

"Take off your clothes. You can't bathe with them on, can you?" Ji Nanjue said to Li Zijun.

This robe had been with Li Zijun for who knew how long on this journey, though it bore no stains.

Li Zijun, somewhat shyly, removed her dress and placed it on the bank. Then, she immediately sank into the pool, concealing herself thoroughly.

Ji Nanjue didn't laugh at her and sat down beside her.

The air was somewhat oppressive; the period before rain always felt particularly agitating.

Ji Nanjue's small hand gently splashed the water, letting droplets from the pool sprinkle down as she suddenly asked Li Zijun, "You've only met him a few times, and you're already so certain of your feelings?"

"It's normal for someone your age to admire someone, but your words and actions don't make you seem like an impulsive person."

"I'm curious. Can you tell me what you're thinking?"

Pausing for a moment, feeling her question was indeed a bit probing, Ji Nanjue added with a smile, "Of course, it's fine if you don't want to say..."

As she spoke, her eyes remained fixed on Li Zijun.

"My thoughts?" Li Zijun gently pursed her thin lips. Without looking at Ji Nanjue, she murmured to herself.

Gazing into the somewhat murky pool water, she pondered for a moment before speaking softly, "Does liking someone necessarily require thoughts?"

"Isn't it that at a certain moment, because of something that deeply moves your heart, someone's image unknowingly becomes engraved there?"

"Perhaps it's just a glance, or a particular gesture."

Ji Nanjue was taken aback for a moment. Li Zijun's voice was tinged with sadness; though her tone was very gentle, for some reason, Ji Nanjue could hear a great deal of vexation in it.

Then Ji Nanjue tightly wrapped her arms around Li Zijun, pressing her cheek against hers. "Love at first sight?"

Perhaps previously, I would have scoffed at the term, dismissing it as nonsense, Ji Nanjue thought. Two people setting their hearts on each other after just one glance? That could only be lust for the other's beauty. But now, my heart has gradually come to accept this notion. My life path with Su Bei always seemed to intertwine unintentionally. That time we returned from death's door, the bond we formed after sharing such hardship was naturally profound. Perhaps even before that night, his image was already imprinted on my heart, but my long-sealed heart had never admitted it.

"That's true, I suppose," Li Zijun said with a wry smile. It seems she misunderstood me. My feelings for Su Bei are far from the light and casual way I just described them. It took nearly a century of our bond deepening for me to be certain of my heart.

"Sister Nan Ji, Zi Jun is a little cold..." Li Zijun hugged her arms lightly and blinked, looking at Ji Nanjue.

"Go on back then," Ji Nanjue said. Then, she added, "Shiniang... I mean, Sister, will stay here alone for a bit." She offered Li Zijun a warm smile, though her heart felt complicated.

Ultimately, I am a woman, Ji Nanjue mused. Even though I know Su Bei and I can never be public, I still feel resistant to any woman who wants to take a share of his affection from me. What's more, this woman is his disciple... It feels outrageously improper, both emotionally and rationally.

An odd thought surfaced in Ji Nanjue's mind: His disciple, her Master (Su Bei)... and me caught in the middle? What a complicated relationship... Three generations under one roof, is that it? It's all Su Dudu's fault!

There's no right or wrong in matters of the heart. But if blame must be assigned, it all stems from that philanderer, Su Bei! If he hadn't been so charming and frivolous, dallying everywhere, how could he have possibly racked up so many emotional debts? He, on the other hand, certainly enjoyed himself...

Li Zijun waved her hand a few times in front of Ji Nanjue's face. When Ji Nanjue snapped out of her thoughts, she playfully pinched Li Zijun's delicate nose and smiled. "You've worn that dress of yours for too long. If you don't mind, wear this one of Sister's for now."

"..."

Ji Nanjue then pointed to the white gauze dress on the bank.

Li Zijun blinked and then smiled sweetly at Ji Nanjue.

With a soft RUSTLE, she put on the dress and headed towards the Daoist Temple. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Ji Nanjue watched Li Zijun's retreating figure and let out a soft sigh.